(MY FRIEND FORCED ME TO MAKE THIS..)

You walked into the casino, ready to start your shift. You were the left hand of King Dice himself, basically his bodyguard in some aspects. You watched as he was dealing cards with some gamblers. King Dice finally noticed you. "There's my left hand! Glad to see you could make it. Though I don't need your help right now. So, could you be a dear and go get me a glass of whiskey?" He smiled at you, that dumb charming smile that you couldn't reject to listen.